Concentrate

When Huan Lang turned around, Xiu Jin saw another opportunity.Before he could stand still in the air, Xiu Jin charged forward with a stride, hitting the side of Huanlang's neck with his palm.

Apart from the teachings of his master and brother, his fighting experience is only a few hundred years of observation and a few fights with Yu Kongsang.It is not so much a fight as a guide.

In terms of actual combat, Yu Kongsang is really not a good teacher compared to the written knowledge he made up at his fingertips.His body is much more rustic than his brain, and being able to guide Xiu Jin in a fight all depends on his superb cultivation.

Yu Kongsang's unfamiliarity caused him to be a scoundrel, and he directly used his cultivation to crush him, and this direct method also made Xiu Jin's attack fierce.To find a way out from such a simple and powerful attack, the only way is to find the right opportunity and kill with one blow.

Obviously!Huanlang dared to find him even though he knew the situation in the small courtyard, so it was impossible for him to be aimless.With a flash in his hand, he took out a short knife and blocked it directly.

The short sword doesn't match the Taoist robe very much, and Xiu Jin knows this sword.He has seen this style in the book. It is similar to a dagger with a small arc and fast speed.He sensibly did not resist, leaned his upper body, and slid across the slanted knife with his whole body under his feet.

Huanlang's experience was combined with modern fighting techniques, but fighting was nothing more than those back-and-forth postures, and he immediately pressed down the blade.Xiu Jin raised his hand into a knife while gliding in the air, and attacked Huanlang's wrist, intending to knock out his weapon.

Weapons have the advantages of weapons, one inch is longer and one inch is stronger, and it is like an arm and a finger when it is mastered.No matter how long the palm is, it is not as good as adding a blade, and the opponent's attack will definitely arrive first.And Xiu Jin has no weapons, his palms, legs, and even hair can be imbued with spiritual power as a means of attack.His weapons cannot be lost.If the sword master loses his sword, it will be difficult for him to adapt to playing without a weapon.

Xiu Jin's idea fell through.After several changes over the hundreds of years, the dagger no longer conformed to the introduction he had read.Huan Lang's weapon steadily went up and down following the hit wrist, and the knife-wielding man made another sharp turn, not wanting to give Xiu Jin another chance.The short knife was wrapped twice in his hand, without a rope for traction, but like fingers growing on the palm of his hand.

He didn't move any more, although he deliberately showed off his weapon like a juggler, but no one except himself knew that his hand was numb, and he covered it up with the trick of spinning the knife quickly.

He thought no one knew, but Yu Kongsang was watching.Finding that Xiu Jin had the upper hand in terms of skill, he took a quiet look and stopped paying attention.

"Get out!" Xiu Jin shouted sharply.

How could Huanlang want to, this is just three moves and two moves and it's over?But it was not up to him whether he was willing or not. Seeing his stubborn attitude, the owner of the yard activated the big formation he had praised, and forcibly "sent" him out.

I don't know what sect or sect this formation came from, Huan Lang lay on the ground in embarrassment thinking.He was not reconciled, and thought about rushing again.Coming here was not only his interest, but also his mission. If he didn't find out the situation clearly, his trip all the way was wasted. Moreover, the two tricks seemed that the owner of the yard was really evenly matched and a good opponent.

He hadn't gotten up yet, Xiu Jin came out from the door, closed the wooden door casually, with no expression on his indifferent face: "Fight in the mountains."

The raccoon hurriedly jumped up to keep up.

Hundreds of years of silence made Xiu Jin forget that such a situation existed.He practiced martial arts day and night, which was entirely due to his habit.During the years when cultivation was banned, this aspect and the use of spiritual power were two of the few practices that were practiced without interruption.But he has almost forgotten that martial arts are actually used for fighting.

Probably because the world has become too safe after the cataclysm.Immortal cultivators fall into a huge disadvantage, and some have no gap with ordinary people, and they still hide.The world of cultivating immortals full of scrambles and primitive rules has long since ceased to exist.Martial arts and precise spiritual power control have all become rusty ancient iron tools, which are shelved by most people.

But fighting is engraved in their souls, along with their instinct of cultivating immortals.

The house is quiet, but the goblins are excited outside. Everyone likes to watch the excitement, let alone children, who dare not go out and jump on the wall to watch the game.The two walked too fast and had already climbed the mountain. It was impossible to be on the top of the first hill, which was too obvious.So they jumped up, intending to watch the battle from the air.

Yu Kongsang didn't speak, the chair followed him to Xun Yan, and he put him on it.Xun Yan sat at the front with his upper body leaning forward and his neck drooping, without causing any shaking.

Yu Kongsang knelt down beside his feet, took his right hand with both hands, and smoothed it.

This hand looks even and slender from the back of the hand, even very thin, but there is a bit of soft flesh on the palm, which feels soft to the touch.He looked at it for a long time, but the owner of the hand hadn't recovered from the daze, and still didn't understand what was going on.

Spirit power is not withdrawn or dissipated by mind, mind is a mystical existence in the world of cultivating immortals, in fact, it is no different from the instructions issued by the human brain, if you really want to say, it can control the power that does not leave the body.Once it leaves the body, there can only be another one, or it will be broken up and exploded, or pulled and circled.

Lingli is a ubiquitous knife, which can be used with hands and legs. Fairies can also be used in other ways, such as Xiu Jin's hair.Xun Yan is not that capable. As a beginner, he can only hold this knife with his hands.

He uses his left hand.

Under the crisis, before his brain could react, he instinctively stretched out his left hand, dispelling the unintentional blow.

A once joking question came to Yu Kongsang's mind again, the right hand is missing the mountain, and the left hand, what is it?

The answer is about to come out.

The weak attack softly pointed at the palm of Xun Yan's left hand, and a slight electric current fed back to Yu Kongsang along the fingertips.

That was the pain he had felt before, but it was easy to accept it at this time, because it was too light in comparison.

Familiar, the vibration of the soul.

Thunder Tribulation and Thunderbolt are not the same system.Skilled cultivators do not avoid thunder and lightning when it rains, but thunder calamity cannot be resisted.In ancient times, some cultivators mistakenly thought that the two were the same kind of thunder and lightning, so they practiced with all kinds of thunder. They tried thunder on the top of the mountain during the summer thunderstorm, and finally died in the thunder disaster.Since then, the idea of ​​using Fanlei to refine Thunder Tribulation has been abandoned.

Thunder Tribulation is a test of cultivation, and it is also the gate to ascension.

Yu Kongsang originally wanted to find a back door, or climb over the wall directly, but he found this door first.

The door was removed...and the mountain was not seen.But the entrance was also blocked.Now it's all right, the will of heaven and earth is gone, and he doesn't even think about the back door.

Yu Kongsang smiled wryly, in vain he sighed for not seeing the mountain, who would sigh for him.

The regret was only for a moment. When he raised his head, his emotions had already settled down. He couldn't ascend, and the mortal world was fine.He laughed and said, "Brother Yan is really amazing."

Xun Yan's panicked eyes met him, but he didn't understand what he meant.These things are too mysterious, and his bit of scientific knowledge cannot explain them, nor can his logic explain them.He has learned cultivation and written knowledge, and he understands that the cultivation of spiritual power is obviously a step-by-step fixed procedure, but what are these in his hand?

Xun Yan's experience is really special. To laymen, the mysterious and mysterious cultivation of immortals also follows the basic law of cultivating immortals, which has its own set of science.There has never been such a situation before, no matter how much you practice, if you don't ascend, then it's not the worry of an immortal.Xun Yan's special existence is the result of the battle of gods.

Spiritual power cannot be taken back by thoughts, but things given by God can be taken back.So he stretched out his left hand instinctively, and the little arrow of spiritual power instantly dissipated in the air.

After all, Bu Jianshan still has the same power as Chushen, and no one wins in the war with the will of heaven and earth.But if the goal of the mountain cannot be seen, the madman has really succeeded.

The Xun Yan in front of him is not only seeing the mountain, but also the god he wants to become.Didn't it come true?

Xun Yan was even more panicked, Yu Kongsang was looking for Heaven and Earth Will to Ascend, and now that he has found it, he is.But he doesn't know how to help others ascend, he doesn't know anything, and he can't open the gate of the fairy world.Yu Kongsang's hope of ascension was completely ruined in his hands.

Yu Kongsang bent his legs, stood in front of Xun Yan in a very uncomfortable posture, put his drooping head on his shoulders, and patted his back with his palms: "Everything depends on fate, and one day counts as another."

This was a topic they talked about, and now the shaking balance collapsed to his side with a "boom", stirring up countless dust.Yu Kongsang made an unconditional compromise to him.

As he wanted, Xun Yan began to panic, he felt that this was his sin, his selfishness, and his incompetence.

In the end, it was Yu Kongsang, who had lost all hope, who came to comfort him who was extremely poor in psychological quality: "There is no gate, let's find a small gate."

His incompetence is real, he really can't do anything, and no one knows how Lei Jie works.His thoughts suddenly turned quickly. If Yu Kongsang really ascended, can he leave this world as the will of heaven and earth?

He didn't ask, as Yu Kongsang said, every day counts.

But he just had this idea, Yu Kongsang saw it at a glance, and saw it very thoroughly. "There are too many ways. When the time comes to find a way, we can peel it off." He patted his hand a little harder, "Since I took you on the fairy road, I won't leave you behind."

You must know.

Xun Yan actually read Yu Kongsang's heartfelt words.

Well, one day at a time, take one step at a time.

The author has something to say: Why did you write a little bit of fighting?Because I'm revisiting full-time... I don't want to go to work, and I still practice immortality every day, I'm about to explode

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